The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

Time passed, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too weak

to move.

“Get a doctor.”

cuts were deep, certain to leave scars. Upon discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit

trapped her in Imperial City, pushing Isaac to act against her. Those incidents alone had led Isaac to mar her face. The

regret. If she had known Isaac could go to such lengths, she would never have

arrived in Bright

of business with Charles, they hit a local

upbringing in Craneville. He never

his eye.

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wine for Brittany and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her. “What’s

deep connections with the institute. She surely wasn’t planning

drink. “I still need more proof.”

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

with the label. She wasn’t lovesick; she just

with a couple of buttons undone, he turned heads

quietly, looking for a quiet spot. As

Joie was locked

“Isaac’s doing.”